The Right Type

Um. . .it's about a girl that meets a guy she really likes but when she tells him how she feels he says he could care less. A few years later,the girl returns and finds that the guy is still there, and yeah. I'm not very far with it, but I thought I should write it out before I forgot.
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It was a Friday afternoon, and since everyone was at the cafe for
their first summer vacation cappucino, everyone was there to
witness the utter humiliation that was thrust upon Johannah
Kistin in a matter of mere minutes. She watched as KalebSpencer
did some sort of handshake with a guy from school. He was two
years older than she, and now that he was graduating, Johannah
decided it was now or never. Looking to her best friend Aiana
Zaga for encouragement, they shot each other a thumbs up before
heading over to Kaleb. He was sitting alone now, quietly sipping
an iced latte' while looking deep in thought. She didn't want to
disturb him, but Johannah knew if she didn't do this now, she'd
never work up the guts to try again.

"I'm just going to come right out and say this because otherwise
I'm never gonna get through it and then that would be a total
waste considering-" Johannah could tell she was babbling and her
words were running together because Kaleb was staring at her, a
confused look on his face.

"Basically, Ireallyreallylikeyou," Johannah said in one rushed
sentence. She could tell he understood though, becasue he flushed
in embarrassment, possibly even redder than she was.

"Oh! Johannah, I just don't feel the same way about you. You're
just not my type."

"Oh. Well, um, okay. Have a great summer. The school's really
going to miss you now that you'll be away at college next year."
Without so much as a 'goodbye', Johannah made her way back to
Aiana, desperately trying to ignore the whispers and snickers
sounding all throughout the cafe.

"Can we get going?" Johannah asked Aiana, nervously twilirling a
lock of her unruly red hair.

"Of course!" Aiana exclaimed, hopping up.

They managed to make it outside before embarrassment took over
and Johanna broke down crying. Of course she wasn't his
type, she thought angrily. With her frizzy red hair, braces,
and twig-like figure, why would the star quarterback with
chocolate brown hair and steel colored eyes be into her? He
wouldn't. Because she wasn't his type.